→ it’s crashing lately, your echoing heartbeat, echoing heartbeat

[creatio]

CHARACTERS: Clary Fray, Jace Herondale, Kimberly Hart + open prompts.
LOCATIONS: All around Cadelle.
WARNINGS: Spoilers for the end of Shadowhunters s2, mentions of death & murder, general angst.
SUMMARY: Returning from her canon update, maybe crying a little lot.

closed to jace.

( She'd only meant to leave for an afternoon, half a day, enough to reassure her worries that her best friend and father figure were safe and well. She'd told people she was doing it too, waving off concern with friendly charm and happiness. Everything would be fine, she'd be back, she just needed to see and make sure, so that she could finally stop stressing. She hadn't expected what would follow.

Jonathan, Sebastian, so much fighting and too many secrets, a war they couldn't win looming ever present, losing Izzy's closeness in the chaos, Dot, pain and agony and finally, finally doing what needed to be done, Valentine's blood on her hands and splattered on the shore.

Jace.

Whatever the welcome committee tries to tell her falls on deaf ears. She doesn't even stop to accept her old communicator, instead she's pushing past them and away, out of the building as fast as she can. Her heart thuds heavily in her ears, the metal smell of blood filling her senses, bruises across her cheek. She doesn't think to pause and wash it off, uncaring for the wild way she looks as she sprints across town, she doesn't care that she doesn't know who's caked across her knuckles - Valentine, her, or Jace. His building is quiet as Clary takes the steps two at a time, panic lodged in her throat, hard and unyielding. It's been too long for her, how long was it for him? What if he wasn't here now? What if he's gone, body unmoving at the edge of Lake Lyn.

Her fists hammer on his door without care, Clary blinking back the tears that are still threatening to spill She needs to know, she needs to. He can't have gone, she can't be here without him. )

closed to kimberly.

( She goes home the next day. A very large part of her wants to stay, as if Jace will vanish the minute she looks away. But she also knows she needs this, that she needs her friends, her cat, her home. If she doesn't try she might go crazy. At least by now Clary's washed off the dirt, has healed the bruises with an iratze, she's wearing her jeans and a shirt that belongs to Jace, and she'd look normal if it weren't for the way her eyes have gone hollow. She needs to sleep, she knows that. But it isn't coming easy.

Clary lets herself into the Barbie house quietly, her welcome committee a tinny bell as Simba jumps from where he's perched to amble towards her. She wastes no time in picking him up, clutching him to her chest, face buried in his fur. Breathing in, Clary kicks the door closed behind her and calls out. ) Kimberly?

( She hopes the other girl is here, but she'll wait if she isn't. )

open i.

( She'd texted the people who needed to know by now, but as for any questions, Clary hadn't been able to answer them without the ever present knot in her throat. Mostly she wants to hide away until it stops hurting, but that's not the kind of girl she is. Eventually she has to find her way back.

Which is why she forces herself out of bed, fills her backpack with her sketchbook and her pencils, a flyer from the university tucked between the pages. She stops at Wake & Bake for a coffee, before heading to the park. It's much more peaceful out there, and so Clary folds her legs beneath her when she takes up a picnic table, jams her headphones in her ears, and starts to sketch the scene in front of her. )

open ii.

( She is officially the worst employee in the world. Not only because she disappeared for half a week without giving Magnus a heads up, but also because it takes her days after the fact to even return. Eventually though, Clary pushes the door open, bell ringing above her head. She spends the rest of the day mindlessly tidying up, or doing her best to answer questions on things she knows nothing about - seriously, inseams, she'll just leave a note. That or she's curiously poking through the potions that have cropped up in her absense.

Either way, Clary Fray is back. She needs a drink. Or five. And distraction. )

wildcard.

( I'm at athosing or Sarah#9964 on discord if you want to plan anything specific. )